Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Tabernacle 2

The Kingdom of Karpua is a kingdom that conquers the western shores of the Landrion continent - commonly known as the southern continent.

Due to its location, to a large extent, the western part of the kingdom is responsible for the "sea route" and the eastern part for the distribution of people and things by land.

Regardless, it is only a rough division, with enough streets laid in the western region, and in the eastern region, water transport using rivers exists.

But compared to the overall trend, there is no doubt that the streets of the eastern part of the kingdom are hung with more gold and hands than that of the western part of the kingdom.

A rugged row of streets around the eastern border of the Kingdom of Karpua, set at the top of such a southern continental country, centered on an eight-headed giant dragon car, was slowly heading east.

Two young royalty prided by the two Shalowa-Jilbaer kingdoms. Escorting Prince Francesco and Princess Bona, the total army of the Kingdom of Sharova Gilbert, 300, was temporarily halting its legs in the meadows beside the streets.

As can be seen from the large stream flowing a short distance from it, this area is a deliberately built resting place.

Even if we're going to go somewhat far, if we don't travel while securing a water field this way, we won't have enough drinking water for the runaway dragons. Because of this, the path away from the people is intentionally snaked, but along the way it is pulled adjacent to the water field.

The runaway dragons, who were pulling the dragon car, are now released from the dragon car, lining their necks with the knights' riding dragons, and drinking water at the river's edge in a heartbeat.

In the meantime, the knights hit perimeter alert. There is a danger of freshwater water dragons, crocodiles and carnivorous fish lurking in the river, and there is a good chance that wild carnivorous dragons are used as hunting grounds.

Nevertheless, there are few shadows around here because the meadows continue as far as I can see, and the water in the creek is clear, making it easy to discover enemies in the water. The knights on the lookout, standing quite relaxed, drink the water of their own bodies and necks of dragon riders, and work hard on the road.

Relaxed air that maintains moderate tension.

That was when the doors of the eight-headed giant dragon car opened and a single figure appeared.

"Ugh... thank you, everyone. Haha, my shoulders are totally stiff."

A young man coming out of a dragon car spills so in a light tone, a little disproportionate to his identity, turning his shoulders as if the word proved to be true.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, Your Highness Francesco. We'll be stopping here for a while to give the dragons a drink of water, so please leave your body alone while you're at it."

"Oh, I get it. I'm at your disposal to schedule the trip. Do it right."

To the words of the middle-aged knight, commander of the escort unit, that young blonde - the first prince of the Shalova royal family - answers his eldest son, Francesco, with a refreshing smile.

Neither the movement, nor the words, have lost their elegance as royalty, but somewhere 'mild' impression cannot be plucked. In fact, it would undoubtedly be Prince Francesco's character that no unusual tension has run on the knights around him, either in the country or in front of the high-ranking royal family of the next king.

You look younger than your real age because you always have a stubborn smile on your face with a positive finesse.

But around taking the presence of the knights who are escorting them far around as a 'natural' thing, should it be called a royalty born in boulder?

Watched by numerous knights, Prince Francesco walks around lightly with an extremely relaxed face and relaxes his stretched body with a prolonged dragon car trip.

"His Highness Francesco"

It was the voice of a young woman who was thrust against the back of such a prince.

Prince Francesco, looking back, finds the girl he sees there, deepens his grin and throws his words.

"Hey, Bona. You got out of the dragon car, too. Yeah, that's good. The western part of the continent steams more humidity than the central part, but it's still cool near the water. Look, there's a good breeze."

"Oh, yes, thank you for noticing, Your Highness"

In the words of Prince Francesco, the young woman - Princess Bona - snorted a little as if she had been poked in the void.

Princess Bona. She is also of the Charois royal family, the same as Prince Francesco.

Prince Francesco, the grandson of the current king, and Princess Bona, a junior nobleman who had only been incorporated into the royal family because he had awakened to "grant magic" in isolation, is a little abusive.

Princess Bona's words and actions towards Prince Francesco are closer to those of the nobles when they ask the royal family, rather than between royalties.

That difference in authority manifests itself in everything, with Prince Francesco's dragon car being an enormous object with eight pulls, whereas Princess Bona's is a small object with six pulls.

Nevertheless, there is no mistake in being royal, even though there is a clear difference.

So in this case, it was Princess Bona's role to point out "it" as nothing else.

"His Highness Francesco. Excuse me, have you worn your own meal?

Prince Francesco answers the words of Princess Bona, which can be understood by just asking, with no hesitation at all to notice, and in a flamboyant manner.

"Oh, you understand very well. Anyway, unlike the royal palace, there are few samurai. I try to do what I can to avoid overburdening them."

"You'd be nice, me. Come on, can you give me a compliment?" As much as such words are likely to be heard, the prince says so with his chest stretched out.

Looking at that look, Princess Bona feels kind of awesome guilt. But you can't just not tell me. I am the only person on this scene who is in a position where a direct statement to Prince Francesco is not an issue.

Princess Bona, having one deliberate cough with Cohon,

"Your Highness, the socks are left and right apart"

and told the facts as briefly as possible.

"What? Oh, it's true"

When Prince Francesco, surprised, looks beneath his feet, it is certainly as Princess Bona points out. Do you have red socks on your right foot and pale and different socks on your left foot?

"Haha, here comes this. Thanks for letting me know, Bona. Thanks to you, I don't have to be ashamed of myself."

Prince Francesco said so with a smile.

"I'm afraid. Sounds like an offer, but I was wondering if I should go back to the dragon car and change my socks."

Princess Bona relieves herself with her heart as she returns that word.

(Yeah, I knew this one would have 'ears to listen' to this one)

Even the right allegations about the person are "disgraced," and some people feel ill. It was fortunate for those around him that Prince Francesco was a human being unrelated to such narrowness. But the problem with Prince Francesco becomes somewhere else.

"Yeah? But to say that I now have one red sock and one blue sock at a time leaves the dragon car one by one, too? If I go back and change my clothes, this time, my right foot turns into a blue sock and my left foot into a red sock?

(The problem is... I don't think I have a little bit of a 'head to understand' what this is saying)

Princess Bona can't help but feel blunt pain around her temples in what the older prince said about eight years old.

Princess Bona recalls the words spoken to the present First Prince, the father of Prince Francesco, in the royal palace, and to the present king, who strikes his grandfather.

I didn't think the meaning of the word "ask for my son (grandson)" meant "babysitting" all the time as it was.

This is the first out-of-country visit made by the Shalova royal family in hundreds of years. Moreover, even though they visit the great country Shalova Jilbaer Double Kingdom, the Karpua kingdom, a western male who wants to avoid combining from the front.

To its dear messenger, what does the Shalova royal family think of itself, the last seat in the last seat, and the prince who is unfettered by the contents of this skull?

(His Majesty and His Royal Highness the First Prince are wise people. It has to be His Highness Francesco, there must be some definite reason...)

Hopefully, you wanted me to tell you why, which is too much hope for every end royalty?

If I knew this was going to happen, running for this assignment, etc...

(... no, I'll give you lost, you ran for it at the end, I guess)

Princess Bona, who does not lie to herself, concludes so.

Princess Isabella of the Pope Gilbert family brought it home, a diamond ring. From the time I saw that, the fate of Princess Bona might have been decided.

A pedestal carved with three series of rigid stones, perfectly fitted from size to shape, and so fine and precise lines that it seems blinding.

It was a sufficient substitute to fascinate a human being who was about to live his life as a jeweler.

Originally, the Shalova royal people, whose right to inherit the throne is inferior, have many people dyeing their hands in the creation of jewellery and martial artefacts because they become independent as demonic proprietors. Princess Bona doesn't leak into that much either, and she is a jeweler already recognized as a servant at this young age.

(In the end, I couldn't get involved in propagating that ring. But if you can go to the kingdom of Karpua and get close to His Majesty Aura and those who became her husband...)

She is Princess Bona, who ran for this assignment with a lower heart that is a little too frivolous to say such an ambition.

In any case, Princess Bona, a lower royal family, has no other option but to do everything in her power to keep up with her will than the present and next kings have told her to "ask for it".

"Your Highness. You don't have to change both. If you change only one of them, the colours are left and right."

"Oh, I see! You're the guy who changed his mind. Amazing, Bona. Flexible head."

"... I'm afraid"

The young princess was quickly beginning to regret her choices as she battled the phantom pain that struck her head.

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A few days later.

It was around the time when the sun was a little shaded that Xiaofei Dragon flights arrived from the eastern border fort at Aura, who was looking through cluttered documents in the Royal Palace's office.

"... well. Finally."

Shalova Gilbert Double Kingdom Mission, arriving at the eastern border fort. The mission was represented by Prince Francesco and Princess Bona.

After a few days of rest at the fort, I plan to leave. Cavalry Thousand accompanied him from the fort as an escort.

Aura sighs one sigh as she glances at what is written concisely.

I've known for a long time, and I understand that it's not all about the pros and cons, but as for Aura, who can predict the seriousness of the matter and the hassle associated with it, I also want to sigh.

Still, the only thing I can't keep sighing about is the leader of a country.

"Fabio. Ready to accept?

Sitting on his chair, his gaze remains dropped on the documents on his desk, Aura speaks to his oblique secretary, who refrains from doing so.

"Ha, no lag already. We have vacated three buildings south of the Royal Palace, and the personnel are there as instructed."

The fine middle-aged man - Secretary Fabio, in his still flat voice, replied so.

"Three buildings? Is that enough for you? There are two royalties of the great kingdom, aren't there?

Secretary Fabio replies pale to Aura, who bounces up a pickle and a single eyebrow and turns only his neck diagonally back.

"Yes. There seems to be fewer escorts over there than originally planned, so I thought that would be enough. One building and two buildings are structured so you can't go in and out without going through three buildings, so if you take one building as Prince Francesco, two buildings as Princess Bona, and three buildings as quarters for the knights of the escort, you won't get that much complaints from the other side."

"Hmm..."

A little, Aura, who felt the need to pack and check the details, asks the question when she instructs her to come beside herself at the call.

"What about armed? Both Kingdoms, if you become a Knight under the direct command of the Shalova Royal Family, you will all have the possibility of having" Demonic Props "for combat."

"First of all, definitely, I guess. It is inadmissible to possess unlimited combat magic equipment just inside the royal palace. But they must escort the two royals with less personnel. You wouldn't be convinced if I told you to give me the magic trick."

"The three southern buildings that lend to the Double Kingdom facility, as' extraterritoriality ', permit all armaments. Do you think you can only possess defensive magic items that you have given permission to perform when you go outside?"

To Aura's suggestion, the secretary speaks up to confirm.

"Does the general weaponry, which is not a demonic prop, mean that there will be no restrictions even within the royal palace?

"Not unlimited at all, but we have to admit some arming"

"When the nobility of the country speaks out of rebellion, it is expected,"

"I don't have a choice. I can't tell you to serve as an escort to the immediate royal family."

Aura, who answered, sighed deeply again.

Welcome armed human beings from other countries, even limited, into the royal palace. It is a totally unwelcome development, but it is also difficult to say no given the future.

In the near future, Yoshijiro wants to go to the Royal Palace of the Twin Kingdoms, remembering the magic of "Moment". Here, if we force the unarmed escort of Prince Francesco and Princess Bona, we run the risk of being asked to do the same for the escort of Yoshijiro, who went over there.

Nevertheless, from what to what this one gives way to the "unmanageable guest" who comes at the other convenience, the national mentions cannot stand.

"Mmm..."

legged under a slit red long dress, and from the contemplative look of Aura, did the long-standing secretary read the thought,

"Then shall I charge you a dozen take-in fees for bringing in weapons, magic props? If you can solve it with money, you won't even say no."

Yes, I'm going to suggest it.

But the queen shakes her neck sideways by deepening the crease between her eyebrows at the secretary's suggestion.

"Honestly, I'm a little attracted, but no. We can't set a precedent for bringing weapons into the royal palace to be solved with money."

"Then again, do you decide to have some sort of 'demon prop' convenient? Then it will be difficult to be a bad 'precedent' because it is a consideration that cannot be paid except by the royalty of the two kingdoms"

"... Again, around there? Then it's time to think about what kind of magic props you want to make."

"You know, the magic magic of time and space is of great benefit, but it's also a great danger for the future."

Propaganizing 'space-time magic', which can only be used by Karpua royal human beings by nature, means that the magic can be reproduced outside Karpua royal human beings. For the kingdom of Karpua, which currently exists only Aura herself, the king of the users of space-time magic, the magic props of space-time magic would be a great force, but in the form of magic props it would also mean that in the future it could come into the hands of other countries.

"'Moment travel' is out of the question, and if you're going to magically prop up any other space-time magic, making it 'disposable' is an absolute condition..."

At some point, Aura realizes that her thoughts are about to be used to calculate an uncatched raccoon, and when she coughs up one with Cohon, she reverts to the story.

"Well, in any case, the details are from the other side. So, as for the residence and the armament, is that good enough personnel?

The conversion of Aura's story was rather steep, but the secretary, accustomed to it, returns the words without saying anything at all.

"Yes, as Your Majesty instructed, we list those who have the ability and the instrumentality to just not be ashamed to put them out in front of royalty in other countries, mainly young maidens from lower aristocracy and civilian nobility"

It is the care for the two kingdoms that I dared to put aside as a lowly samurai. Both Prince Francesco and Princess Bona should undoubtedly bring in a minimum of personnel from both kingdoms first. Personnel to be lent from the Kingdom of Karpua is only an aid to it. Yet if you are of a higher status or extremely older age than the ladies of the two kingdoms brought in by auxiliary personnel, you will find it difficult to order a job.

"Okay. So, there's not going to be a department that gets pulled out and falls behind on work, is there?

"It's okay. Essentially, the Royal Palace personnel are turning in some spare numbers, and we are also interviewing retired samurai for a 'temporary return' just in case."

"All right, fine."

As a matter of fact, have you finished asking what you want to hear? Aura nodded small.

There doesn't seem to be a major problem with the prep. If things start to go wrong, you may find unexpected deficiencies everywhere, but it is the job in the field to boil down to more details, not the question of the scale on which a king of a country gives direct instructions.

The secretary now throws an inquiry at the queen who is satisfied with the secretary's reply.

"And how is Master Zenzilow of the Back Palace? At least, we can't have Zenzilow not attending the welcome ceremony."

At present, Yoshijiro is the best at studying etiquette in the Back Palace.

Although the rhetoric against domestic nobility has been worn to some extent in the past year, it was lagging behind about the relative courtesy of the royalty of other countries, almost equal to itself. Regardless, the diplomats of both kingdoms have informed me of the unofficial information that the royal family of the Shalova will be visiting, since then I have begun to learn the courtesy for the anti-royalty, but it is difficult to say that I have yet fully acquired it.

Aura, who must also slap the son-in-law of the burning blade into the production, holds back the guilt of tickling and stabbing the back of her chest and returns the words with an unfit flat voice.

"Mrs. Octavia says that unless something" unforeseen "happens, you're wearing it enough to get through it without difficulty"

In response to Aura's badly chopped teeth, the middle-aged secretary found herself slightly distracted.

"Well, I see. As long as' unforeseen circumstances' don't happen, no problem. is it"

"... don't say it, Fabio"

It was an aura, but the words are not powerful at this time either. Naturally.

The royal family of the Chalois who break hundreds of years of silence and visit other countries.

Viewed as its purpose are the Bee Balls, which are the personal belongings of Yoshijiro, or Yoshijiro's blood muscles themselves.

And the coming royalty is someone who obviously has something wrong with having the supreme lineage of grandchildren of the present king, yet has not been granted the right to inherit the throne beyond the age of twenty.

That's all, Aura herself didn't even think about it at all, such as when the conditions were right and nothing 'unforeseen' happened.